<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884206738796748182</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:02.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allan Edgar Watts</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of the writing and photography of Allan Edgar Watts of     
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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allan Watts and Dave Schultz at the Kappa Kappa banquet, Stockbridge School of Agriculture, University of Massachusetts, Stockbridge, Massachusetts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain Reaction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toad ate a fly&lt;br /&gt;a good deed was done&lt;br /&gt;then a snake ate the toad&lt;br /&gt;and lay coiled in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;A hawk saw the snake&lt;br /&gt;from his perch in a tree&lt;br /&gt;the fly, toad and snake&lt;br /&gt;are now history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night Without Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get your deer yet?" said the native Vermonter.&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't yet, but I came close, sorta."&lt;br /&gt;"Saw a nice one, six pointer I'd say,&lt;br /&gt;damn flashlight went dead, damn deer got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobster crawls on the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;the things he eats were alive before&lt;br /&gt;some rotten clams or an old dead fish&lt;br /&gt;and other gross things that I'll list if you wish&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't eat what a lobster would eat&lt;br /&gt;but to eat the lobster that's a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle floats high over the trees&lt;br /&gt;as he sets his wings to the summer breeze.&lt;br /&gt;He drifts in a circle without an end&lt;br /&gt;'til he sees his prey and swiftly descends.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fly where the eagle flies&lt;br /&gt;high over the trees and across the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer vs. Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deep in the woods&lt;br /&gt;I was hunting the deer&lt;br /&gt;when this strange thought&lt;br /&gt;to me did occur,&lt;br /&gt;If the deer had a gun&lt;br /&gt;and could shoot it at me&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be in there&lt;br /&gt;and not here with thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overbite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a beaver cut down a tree&lt;br /&gt;I saw him, but he didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;His teeth were crooked, with several spaces.&lt;br /&gt;I've called my dentist, that beaver needs braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seldom see the elusive mink.&lt;br /&gt;He moves as fast as the eye can wink.&lt;br /&gt;So should you see him, don't bother to stare.&lt;br /&gt;For chances are, he'll no longer be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Alarming Facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a one alarmer&lt;br /&gt;you get a rookie and luck&lt;br /&gt;With a two alarmer&lt;br /&gt;you get a Captain and a truck&lt;br /&gt;But, if you have a three alarmer&lt;br /&gt;you get the chief and he's a charmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Hogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do groundhogs hog ground?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that they do.&lt;br /&gt;Nor do woodchucks chuck wood&lt;br /&gt;Not at me or at you.&lt;br /&gt;To give them such names&lt;br /&gt;Seems a strange thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I think we should change them&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone&lt;br /&gt;for a walk in the fall&lt;br /&gt;when God with bright colors&lt;br /&gt;has painted all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the sly deer&lt;br /&gt;he's as smart as can be&lt;br /&gt;I never see him &lt;br /&gt;before he sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed the beech tree&lt;br /&gt;with trunk smooth and grey&lt;br /&gt;and its coppery leaves&lt;br /&gt;that don't fall but they stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the geese&lt;br /&gt;overhead in a V&lt;br /&gt;as they call to the world&lt;br /&gt;"just let us be free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you sat near a meadow &lt;br /&gt;in the haze damp and grey&lt;br /&gt;and watched while the sun&lt;br /&gt;seems to melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the chipmunk&lt;br /&gt;hiding acorns in clumps&lt;br /&gt;he resembles a child&lt;br /&gt;with a case of the mumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you followed the squirrel&lt;br /&gt;from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;and welcomed the return&lt;br /&gt;of the chickadee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the great Oak&lt;br /&gt;with leaves scarlet and gold&lt;br /&gt;and the maples so varied&lt;br /&gt;red, orange and bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you sat by a brook&lt;br /&gt;as it babbles along&lt;br /&gt;and the splash of a trout&lt;br /&gt;interrupted its song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen any of these&lt;br /&gt;then you must surely know&lt;br /&gt;that God only God&lt;br /&gt;could put on such a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake's Rattles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the rattlesnake does not like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;If I meet one someday, I hope they are right.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than fight, he'll run away,&lt;br /&gt;And hide 'neath a rock for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;He seems immature and childish too&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why, and I'll share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;You know why he tends to run from battles&lt;br /&gt;He's ten years old and still has his rattles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of the hunter&lt;br /&gt;do you think of the kill,&lt;br /&gt;A man with a gun&lt;br /&gt;and some masculine thrill&lt;br /&gt;Do you think his main aim&lt;br /&gt;is to hang a buck on the rack,&lt;br /&gt;then sit and drink booze &lt;br /&gt;in some tarpaper shack&lt;br /&gt;You may also think&lt;br /&gt;that hunters are cruel&lt;br /&gt;that they laugh when they kill&lt;br /&gt;like some diabolical fool&lt;br /&gt;You may think that all hunters&lt;br /&gt;kill all things they see&lt;br /&gt;some during the day&lt;br /&gt;and many at night&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what I think&lt;br /&gt;I think you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign of the Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up in Vermont on my favorite brook&lt;br /&gt;attempting to lure a fish to my hook&lt;br /&gt;I cast and cast to no avail&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of this fishing tale.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, did I mention the otter I saw,&lt;br /&gt;he sat on the grass and looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;then slid down the bank on the back of his rump&lt;br /&gt;and swam down the brook and under the stump.&lt;br /&gt;I watched and waited and finally saw,&lt;br /&gt;the otter appear with a fish in his jaw.&lt;br /&gt;A fish from the water I recently fished,&lt;br /&gt;there should be a law against actions like this.&lt;br /&gt;I could call a Warden, but what could he do&lt;br /&gt;and besides they're scarce there's only a few&lt;br /&gt;So I spoke to that otter, what else could I do,&lt;br /&gt;and I quoted a law that I knew wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;he swallowed his fish, then he spoke to me,&lt;br /&gt;he said, "See that sign on the side of that tree?"&lt;br /&gt;"That sign says, NO FISHING, I think you'll agree,&lt;br /&gt;now doesn't that make you as guilty as me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white birch is white&lt;br /&gt;but so is the grey&lt;br /&gt;They sure name the trees&lt;br /&gt;in a peculiar way.&lt;br /&gt;The white pine is green&lt;br /&gt;and so is the red&lt;br /&gt;The jack pine's a girl&lt;br /&gt;or so it's been said.&lt;br /&gt;The beech is a nut tree&lt;br /&gt;and the hickory's two&lt;br /&gt;the shagbark and pignut&lt;br /&gt;you may see a few.&lt;br /&gt;The red maple's green&lt;br /&gt;that's perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;that is, till they change&lt;br /&gt;in the fall of the year.&lt;br /&gt;If you see a tree surrounded by pails&lt;br /&gt;hung under spouts and supported with nails&lt;br /&gt;that's the sugar maple, they tap it for sap&lt;br /&gt;they put it in cans and seal it with caps.&lt;br /&gt;And the fruit trees of course&lt;br /&gt;there's the apple and cherry&lt;br /&gt;and the peach and the pear&lt;br /&gt;and the rare mulberry.&lt;br /&gt;There's the fir and the spruce&lt;br /&gt;and the tamarack too,&lt;br /&gt;that's a deciduous conifer&lt;br /&gt;don't ask how I knew.&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on&lt;br /&gt;it's easy you see&lt;br /&gt;for I'm not in the woods&lt;br /&gt;observing each tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm home by the fire&lt;br /&gt;with a hot cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading my book&lt;br /&gt;on dendrology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooster crowed at the crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and woke the farmer who commenced to yawn&lt;br /&gt;the sun was just hitting the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;don't you wish you had a rooster too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Lay at a Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor old hen lay an egg a day&lt;br /&gt;and the farmer came and took it away&lt;br /&gt;she must do this as long as she can&lt;br /&gt;when she stops, she's put in the broiler pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen and Heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit in the woods&lt;br /&gt;it becomes very clear,&lt;br /&gt;there is little to see&lt;br /&gt;and less to hear.&lt;br /&gt;A young deer may bleat,&lt;br /&gt;like his cousin the lamb,&lt;br /&gt;as he calls to his mother,&lt;br /&gt;"here I am."&lt;br /&gt;The grey or red squirrel&lt;br /&gt;when he buries a nut&lt;br /&gt;or crinkles the leaves&lt;br /&gt;that he takes to his hut.&lt;br /&gt;The grouse beats his wings&lt;br /&gt;makes a sound like a drum,&lt;br /&gt;as he signals his mate&lt;br /&gt;who says grouse are dumb?&lt;br /&gt;If you're near a brook&lt;br /&gt;and the water's not murky&lt;br /&gt;you might see a trout&lt;br /&gt;or hear the occasional turkey&lt;br /&gt;There's the hawk in the air&lt;br /&gt;and the grunt of the bear,&lt;br /&gt;but he'll run away&lt;br /&gt;so don't give it a care.&lt;br /&gt;That old Hoot Owl.&lt;br /&gt;and the geese in their V&lt;br /&gt;and the coy dogs at night&lt;br /&gt;these you hear more than see.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the little ones&lt;br /&gt;the mouse and the shrew,&lt;br /&gt;when you see them it's rare,&lt;br /&gt;for they stay out of view.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention the chickadee,&lt;br /&gt;such a joy to hear&lt;br /&gt;such a pleasure to see.&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget&lt;br /&gt;the blue jay and crow,&lt;br /&gt;and the one with the mask,&lt;br /&gt;the raccoon you know.&lt;br /&gt;My list could go on&lt;br /&gt;and grow and grow,&lt;br /&gt;but with these examples&lt;br /&gt;you must surely know,&lt;br /&gt;If you sit in the woods&lt;br /&gt;it becomes very clear,&lt;br /&gt;there's little to see&lt;br /&gt;and less to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a little brook&lt;br /&gt;trickling through the woods&lt;br /&gt;Its path was blocked with leaves,&lt;br /&gt;that fell from a nearby tree.&lt;br /&gt;I took a stick and broke the dam&lt;br /&gt;and the water shone up at me,&lt;br /&gt;and said, that is I think it said,&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for setting me free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884206738796748182-7286071863394570850?l=allanedgarwatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allanedgarwatts.blogspot.com/feeds/7286071863394570850/comments/default' title='Post 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